Don't confiscate my citizenship

The roars of humans and beasts intertwined together, forming a harsh, indistinguishable sound of metal clashing.

This group of intruding uninvited guests and the previously tame monsters blindly vented their anger in a battle that did not distinguish between friend and foe. The blades and claws flashed in the light, and every swing was filled with cold and decisive killing intent, as if to kill. Cut off all life in the way.

The eyes of the monsters were also occupied by burning rage. Their huge bodies jumped on the battlefield, shaking the entire classroom every time they landed.

They used their sharp claws to tear apart enemies who dared to approach, and their powerful tails flung out, throwing students into the air, and finally fell hard to the floor, making a heavy impact.

However, as more and more students join the battlefield, the Warcraft side that originally had the upper hand gradually began to collapse.

"classmates……"

The old man stood up staggeringly and raised his hand as if he wanted to reach something and said.

But more students rushed in and ignored him.

Their eyes seemed to have been filled with desire, and they had completely lost to the devil in their hearts.

The old man, who had not recovered yet, covered his forehead that was sore from the impact just now, and tried his best to hold back scolding these students with the greatest efforts in his life.

Although the urge to kill all these students also surged into his heart just now, he endured it with all his strength.

Be patient, be patient, these kids mean no harm.

They just used the wrong way to get to know World of Warcraft.

After the old man coughed hard, he said loudly with all his strength:

"Students, don't accidentally hurt those children. They may look vicious, but as long as you are willing to communicate with them..."

But the situation went beyond his expectation.

The footsteps in the corridor became more and more obvious, as if everyone had discovered a treasure, they poured in uncontrollably, drowning out his words again.

These students who rushed in like a tide started fighting with the monsters without asking any questions.

In his opinion, it was still a small fight, but now it was about to become one-sided, and even the monsters were unable to withstand the attack.

"Students, please don't hurt these children! The assessment is not for you to conquer them!"

The old man's eyebrows were almost furrowed and he shouted anxiously.

Useless.

His voice not only failed to stop the students from taking action.

Instead, it made them use force even more cruelly and excitedly!

"Look at me dismembering all these damn ingredients for you! No need to thank me, old man!"

"You want me to stop and dream!"

The student's expression was extremely ferocious, and his attacks were extremely vicious, like a butcher who wanted to dismember all the monsters.

They are just teachers in a level one examination room, but they just follow the rules, so what can they do?

The blood stains spread freely on the originally white floor tiles, and like the broken glass on the ground, they could not return to their previous appearance.

"Why... why have you all become so cruel..."

The old man looked at this out-of-control chaotic scene, his eyes full of fear and sadness, and his hands were shaking.

"Oh, it's quite energetic. It will take some effort to kill it."

"Old man, how many credits can you get for killing one?"

Looking at the cooking classroom that soon turned into a mess, the students kept talking arrogantly and even sarcastically.

A chaotic battle between people and people and monsters also made them angry.

It's in this voice.

A classroom full of madness and malice.

Blood and the howls of monsters continued one after another.

The old man's expression finally froze on his face.

Seeing that the children he had raised with great care and would not allow anyone to harm them were now being treated cruelly, he understood.

It turns out.

Times have indeed changed.

Today's children have become bad.

The old man turned around quietly, hunched over and walked to the side of the classroom with his hands behind his back, as if he had figured out something.

He opened the metal cupboard and took out a scythe.

"Hehehehe...it turns out it's great that young people today are so energetic..."

The old man smiled slightly, and he waved the heavy sickle in his hand twice as easily as a branch, making bursts of low humming sounds in the air.

Suddenly, everyone's movements stopped.

They felt a chill on their backs.

When they look back.

I found that the old man's open eyes were shining with dark red light, as if the sleeping beast in his body had awakened.

This teacher... is at least level six.

And it's quite scary.

The cold evil energy that is about to hit my face may have countless lives on its hands!

But isn’t it that the cooking class uses these beasts and beasts as ingredients?

Although they admitted that they were somewhat disrespectful to the teacher just now, why did he show signs of going crazy! ?

Accompanied by the sounds of swallowing one after another, and the slight scratching sound of footsteps subconsciously taking half a step back, in an instant, the entire classroom once again erupted into an extremely chaotic sound.

"Instead of letting you inherit the future of Protos, why not let me clean up the empire and clean up all of you!"

The old man's distorted facial muscles seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit at this moment. He was wielding the sickle with both hands, accompanied by cold laughter, and his figure was like a ghost, constantly killing these thugs who had no respect for life.

Several flowers of blood spattered in the classroom, and several figures fell to the ground at the same time.

Several checkerboard-like blood lines appeared on the body of the student he caught up with instantly, which directly triggered the barrier's blood-locking protection. Although he saved his life, the injury that was about to split his body would not allow him to stay in the hospital for several months. I'm afraid there is no way to recover.

"The teacher killed someone!!"

"No!!"

Tens of seconds later.

boom!

boom! !

There were loud noises.

The prop racks that were originally orderly and neatly arranged have now fallen to the ground. The exquisite glass and amber bottles and jars have also been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. The walls and ceilings are in a mess, whether they are steel or marble. Split them all.

The magic energy circuit lines and water pipes cut open by the sickle blade are still emitting electric cocoons and water jets.

In the distance, there is only a pure land of classrooms that has not been affected.

"I just said that the class should be changed like this. If teachers don't kill students, how can the style of study be correct?"

Lan Qi turned his head and looked at Zestila, and sighed quite relaxedly,

"Now they should spend their whole lives remembering to respect their teachers and love animals."

He was very pleased with the gains and changes made by teachers and students.

"...!?"

Zestila didn't know what comment to make, so she hugged the big fox tighter.

What school did you come from? !